Nothin' But The Same Old Story
Well back to the norm at Eastlands today. West Brom didn't have one shot on target and yet they manage to draw due to a Richard Dunne own goal. What can I say? We hammered 'em. Absolutely hammered 'em. Russell Hoult - The WBA keeper - had the game of his life and saved certain goals on at least 4 separate occasions. Once again though Mr Genius couldn't see that we weren't doing enough to kill the game and was oblivious to the concept of making some changes; perhaps bringing someone on who could hold the ball up and bring others into play. He is devoid of managerial nous. He was the same against Everton on Sunday. Wrong formation, wrong substitutions, wrong result.Keegan has stated that he will not extend his contract after the end of next season. This essentially turns him into a lame duck. No board in its right mind would sanction any signings that could be sidelined by a new manager coming in in 18 months time. Mind you, given some of Kevin's purchases, no board in its right mind would give him any money anyway.
Southampton at home on Saturday - I can't remember when we last beat them on our own turf. After that Arsenal away. Ho hum.
Ah well Christmas over again than God. This year was OK really, my Mam and Dad eventually stayed quite late even though it was a bit of a chore for my Dad getting up the stairs to the toilet.
After the older ones had retired the kid's mates descended on us and caroused through the night. I ended up having a nasty-ish, drunken 'discussion' with a lad who is full of his own self-importance and believes he is a great frontman for his band - who no one has ever seen because they've never played a gig. His scorn for any other music but hip hop started me off and this was compounded by his denouncing of John Martyn (who was performing 'May You Never' on a DVD) as twee. To be honest my response was a bit over the top but I've never liked or trusted him ever since he stood outside our house at about 3am one Christmas Eve screaming abuse. The day after he denied it! He owned up a few days later. Prick! Anyway I rather uncharitably reminded him of this fact half way through our tête-à-tête. It just went downhill from there on. Then he left. Shame.
And then you wake up the day after and hear the terrible news from South East Asia and it puts petty little disagreements with disagreeable people into perspective. I still can't get my head round how the agencies that knew there had been a massive earthquake weren't able to warn the rest of global village though. That just beggars belief. "We didn't know who to phone" doesn't quite do it for me. How about you? I suspect that over the next few days, as the number of Western tourist deaths becomes known, the shit might hit the fan.
Hope you all had a good 'un and all the best for the New Year.
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